huggeroftrees: (A2A_Gene Wings)
I'm off surfing tomorrow! Well, I'm having a lesson anyway. I fully expect to spend the whole time falling backward off the board and making a jolly old fool of myself. It's gonna be such fun.


And there will be no time to think about work. None. This weekend is MINE and I'm having it.

Hope all y'all are having a great time yourselves.
huggeroftrees: (DW_Doctor in the house)
Lots and lots of pink. Yesterday I got to make RED and also some yellow goo, and today I got to mix them together and make pink. Unfortunately the pink currently looks purple, but I've left them in the dark overnight like the paperwork says and hopefully tomorrow they will be purest pink.

Yay pink!

Oooh, I remembered I had more to say!

Not content with making pink, I also raced home in time to put Festus in for his service. Poor Festus, I hope he's ok in the shop. There were lots of other bikes there for him to talk to, but they were all much posher than him. I hope he doesn't get a complex. Or start any fights.

The other side of this is that I'm bikeless for the rest of the week. But that's ok, as my week ends tomorrow. I'm off to UK-LAND. It's a wedding and it's going to be AWESOME. Ginger J finally decided that it was time to marry his lady of lurrrrrrve (who managed to get together one new years a long time ago despite me wandering through ever 30 mins to loudly throw up. Rawk was completely it). There will be dancing and inappropriate speeches and for some reason they want me to read Shakespeare in the church. Ooops.

I'm also taking time-out to go and see a wounded friend who deserves some cheering up but is going to get me instead. Poor lass.

It's going to be so much fun!
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1. First, spend the previous two days writing a frankly hideous amount of smut to create a foundation of sheer awesomeness.

2. Put on the sexy trousers of swish (slit up to mid-calf) and the shoes of striding out.

3. Strut. (as far as the delicious coffee shop and imbibe some delicious caffeine and a croissant).

4. Strut some more (whilst finishing the delicious caffeine).

5. Follow recommendations to the delightful wee shop of perfect colours and amazing textures of clothing. Discover they have a sale on and most everything is only 10 of your delicious Euros.


7. Strut a little, wiggle and boogie in your changing room, accessing that foundation of sheer awesomeness brought about by (1).

8. Enjoy. Especially the textures. These materials are expensive, wallow in it.

9. Buy the best of the stuff.

10. Repeat in all the shops that have the nice colours (this turned out to be 3 out of the whole town, but ce la vie, I knew that going in).

11. Strut some more. Swing those bags of accomplishment.

12. Come home with 2 wedding top options and some more delicious clothes to wear to work.

13. Attempt to strut up two flights of stairs to your flat. Avoid stumbling on your face by mere fortuitous coincidence.

14. End. A Winnar is you.
huggeroftrees: (Heroine Addict)
(Have discovered what double beds are for at last. Great planning surfaces, it's even bigger than the layout table in CSI)

I'm not sure it's all going to fit into the bag but I don't care! Just a short shop for matches and bin-liners (rain is forecast) and then the packing will commence.

huggeroftrees: (A2A_Gene Wings)
That entire, rambling, run on speech needs to be iconised.

huggeroftrees: (A2A: Pub)
That was a good birthday.

Cake at work. Plus additional cake made especially for me. With candles! And then an early home time, Dr Who (at last! And OMG WHAT?!!!!), folks round to the flat for a small feeding, then off to the cinema to see Hanna (my third Olivia Williams of the week) which was odd, but awesome. And then a trip to the pub to finish it off.

Best. Birthday. Ever.

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Today I have mostly been digging holes[1] in fields with cows in, fields that have had cows in and fields that will have cows in soon. There were a LOT of holes.

We saw 6 bulls. Two bulls saw us.

And we still never found a brown podzolic. *sigh* Good job the weather was awesome :D

Now we shall go for foods. Tasty foods. I have deserved foods. (I was allowed an ice-cream on the way home for being a good worker. Yay ice-cream)

[1]Very small holes. Which we filled in again immediately after. We're very careful about that. Once we're done you'd never know we'd been there.
huggeroftrees: (Heroine Addict)
Today we went to the field again (see how I steal hotel wifi for the purposes of telling you all this?)

It's Cork this time. Wow. Let me tell you. If you're in Ireland, go touristing in Cork. West Cork for preference. There's inlets and rocky outcrops and inlets and teeny little villages tumbling down hills like in Devon/Cornwall and inlets and sun sparkling on ruffled seas and everything.

So far we have found a dog that turned into a cat and back into a dog again*. And a dead thing. Probably a rabbit. Oh, and the Atlantic. Which is AWESOME.

*yawn* Getting up at 6am to sit in a car while someone else drove all this way. Can't complain, but am still tired.

I love the sea. I would marry it if I could. Despite the fact someone has already thought of that

* Oooh, the star thing. Yus. Well. The small animal was in the distance and looked very like a cat (country road, farms, small animals in the middle of the road, must be Ireland). So bets were laid on whether it was a dog or a cat. When we got there it had metamorphosed into a dog.

But it was a cat when we drove back through.
huggeroftrees: (A2A_Gene Wings)
*cough cough, wheeze wheeze, snuffle snuffle etc*

The cold is kicking my arse rather than vice versa. Great fever dreams last night, all Dollhouse infused and weird. But so far it's not affecting my travel too much (I got the 10 past train instead of the quarter past. ah well, still gonna arrive in Crewe on time).

Yesterday I coughed and snuffled my way through the Con and was rewarded by meeting the delightfully courteous Mr Kranz in the hotel bar in the early evening. We kindly offered to show him the way to the pub where he was meeting his mates because he didn't know where it was. Politeness and etiquette and all that, you can't deny a chap access to a pub when he's desirous of a beverage can you? :D

Nice pub as well. Was even showing the Arsenal match.

I get to sleep in my own bed tonight which will be nice! [personal profile] sweetsyren's sofa is comfy but I'm feeling the need for my own precious duvit.
huggeroftrees: (Keeley Eyes)
I have touristed! You have touristed, he/she/it has touristed. They have touristed.


There was a World Heritage Site and a Mill (trouble at t'mill?) and a Castle (with a 400 year old yew tree and much phutt phutt-ing at arrow slits) and a very old main street and beer.

And then curry as a reward.

As I fell into bed an exhausted murmur could be heard before the duvet was hauled over one sleepy head.

"I call this day SEIZED!"
huggeroftrees: (Keeley Eyes)
I've had such a lovely day at the sea-side.

*sigh of happiness*

Scarborough was sunny! SUNNY! It was so sunny that the Australian's posh glasses that automatically tint in bright light cleverly automatically tinted. (I had to squint cos I'm just common)

There was fish and chips on the harbour wall, gentle strolling and admiring the blue of the sea against the red roofs of the town. Apparently Yorkshire seagulls are enormous and EVIL.

I dragged them up the hill to the castle because it had to be done and as a reward for the ascent there was teaching of how to make a blade of grass squeal between the thumbs. The castle was full of history, as you do, but the Australians discovered some random hobbit mounds that were then lain on for the catching of rays. I'm definitely solar powered. The view was amazing from up there, I forget how far you can see! The sea stretched out forever.

Then there was ice-cream and paddling (by me, I didn't force them to experience the power of the North Sea) and then we had to come home. I can report that BOTH were falling asleep on the train on the way home so I count that as a successful day.

And it's STILL light!
huggeroftrees: (Keeley Eyes)
Lunch in Dublin: 10 Euro
Espresso and icecream in Dublin: 5 Euro

Squeeing with friends you haven't seen for over two years: PRICELESS.

Even with running for the bus (twice) it was worth it. Even hearing that my friend had been to a SciFi convention where she had MET THE GENIUS THAT IS KEELEY was worth it. And I didn't stab her in the middle of the burrito bar. Not just because they didn't have knives. I'm a well bred lady (not that the evidence backs me up all the time) and I didn't want to cause a messy murder scene in the eatery of a friend of a friend.

It's so nice to be able to talk constantly for 3 hours about everything and nothing and everyone and no-one with a friend so old and so close that you can STILL finish each others sentences, even after 2 years.

That would have been enough but then to top it off we had this. So many beautiful fireworks.

This weekend has been AMAZING and I would marry it if possible.
huggeroftrees: (Keeley Eyes)
Violence and running around and short shorts and very fast paced play and wow. I LOVE this game. Only wish I had known this when I was a young un. I'm a bit to old to enjoy getting twatted about the hands/shins by a slab of wood. The sun shone and it was a lovely day. Has been a pretty awesome weekend all round yesterday. One teeny rain shower, but that meant I was forced to stay in and unpack the box marked "photos". Found some from my Masters and our trip to Venice. I'd forgotten any had been taken! Good memories.

Live games are definitely better than tv. There was shouting. Encouragement of course! Though the odd moment of abuse might have slipped out. I blame it on the Hot Thermos of Coffee with a Wee Dram slipped into it.

In the lull, halfway through the second half, I had a terrible urge to yell "YOU'RE A W***ER NUMBER NINE". But I resisted it. Didn't think anyone but me would find it funny.

Oh, and Wexford lost. Of course. Ah well.

This coming week is St Paddy's Day. We get the day off! Currently feeling very Irish.


Mar. 2nd, 2011 06:19 pm
huggeroftrees: (DW_Doctor in the house)

Woo. This is pleasing.

I now have a flat FULL of boxes and very tired legs. There are 35 steps up to my flat. Did you know that? I didn't. I DO NOW. I only had the energy last night to open my "crockery" boxes (COFFEE MACHINE! BONUS CLOTHES PREVIOUSLY USED AS PACKING MATERIAL!) I did, however, tear open the top of EVERY SINGLE box looking for my cycling shoes. So I've LOOKED at everything.

Moar unpacking shall occur tonight.

Today at work I used the hysterically fun compressed air machine to encourage the soil out of the tubes. To be fair, if you'd drunk as much alcohol as they drank on Friday you'd be a bit sluggish in the morning as well.

Cycling in was lovely and quiet, and cycling home speedy and downhill. Half an hour each way, I think it's gonna work as a commuting method.
huggeroftrees: (A2A_Gene Wings)
At last! My umbilical cord to the internet is reconnected! (Thank you Wexford public library, you beautiful beautiful people).

But before I update you on the interesting highpoints of the week I must first tell you this thing. This wonderful amazing thing.

IT'S SNOWING! In Ireland! Real honest to goodness snow! With the pretty and the white stuff falling from the sky and the pitching and the making of bigfoot tracks through pristine carpets of crunchy squeeky fluff. In conclusion: Snow.

*Remembers not to flood your friends pages* )

Oh, and you have not experienced Romeo and Juliet until you go to the ballet version with an 8-year old two seats down who exclaims in shock and surprise "Juliet's coming back!!!" at that vital moment in the crypt scene. Bless. All the miming with the bottle and the pretend choking obviously went totally over her head. I had to stuff my sleeve into my mouth for a good five minutes to muffle the hysterical laughter so as not to ruin the final death scene. We were still laughing on the way home.
huggeroftrees: (Heroine Addict)
Thursday Morning in Treehugger Ville:

Get up.
Communte in a bored, half asleep, generally grumpy about it being too early fashion.
Find a metro on the train, flick through it to pass the time.
See that picture of the latest Glee episode.

Basically, I'm sat on the train, grinning from ear to ear and all I can think is "MY SHIP IS AFLOAT AND THERE IS NO-ONE HERE I CAN SQUEE WITH!!!!"

Note to self: Be decorous.

Step one - Get off train as it is pulling into you stop. (Achieved but with shit eating grin scaring all the boarding communters)
Step two - find phone.
Step three - think of someone to text...

I'm sorry syren. I realise it was a weeeee bit early to get that much capslocky in your inbox. But seriously. Like I said. What if you'd Glee Spoiler Within ). For real. In An Episode!!!

So yeah. So much for "I'm not watching! I don't want to know what happened - I don't wanna be spoiled! I'm waiting for it to get to us."


(spoilers in comments)
huggeroftrees: (Heroine Addict)
No it is too much, let me sum up.

Basically they blew stuff up. Seriously, physics didn't even bother to turn up for this movie. There was a point when Didactylos turned to me and whispered "They made it out of Explodium!!!"

And they did. Really.

IT. WAS. AWESOME!!! I loved it!
huggeroftrees: (A2A_Gene Wings)
It's more likely than you think!

How cute did he look by the Thames in the early morning light all fluffy haired and teddy-bear like with his delicious scarf? Cute as a button and good enough to eat.

"And a Happy New Year."

It's the smallest things that amuse me - not the spoilerific ones. Love that Sherlock stood on the coffee table - right at the beginning. "I shall get up and go to the kitchen but because the coffee table is in the way I shall walk over it." I want to be able to do that.

In other news work is waterboarding me with filing. DROWNING IN FILLLLLLLLESSSSS!!! Bleaugh.

(LJ has new icon of awesome)
huggeroftrees: (DW_Doctor in the house)
Mr Dutch-Irish (of Mr and Almost-Mrs Irish fame) has allowed me to be a supporter of Holland/Netherlands/THE ORANGE PEOPLE.

I have a small prior interest through Van Persie


Such Pretty Football
huggeroftrees: (DW_Doctor in the house)
I ate a baby octopus. It was pink and it bobbed up out of the ramen soup like Jaws out of the ocean. I didn't scream but I have to admit I looked it a wee bit oddly as it perched on my chopsticks. Mind you, what can you expect from the place that gave Didactylos such a culinary experience that he had to go home and google it.

Then we went to the play (Hay Fever) which was funny and very Noel Coward.

Didn't get home till 11:30 (I know, terribly early but the latest I've been out in nearly a year - PhDs and living with your parents can sneak up on you like that!).

So yeah. I has a social life. And I likes it.


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